Page 117 of Grave Revelations

“Stop!” he commanded. The next round halted, whipping tails and gnashing teeth as they fought to escape his hold. He sent the same order down again and again, protecting the women who stood in stasis as the world crumbled around them.

“Brother, let them have their fun,” the Fallen said as he peered up at Azazel.

Hold on,he said into Rebecca’s mind as he expanded his form. He tucked Rebecca into the crook of his arm and continued growing until his feet settled on the ground.

“What now, Samael?” Azazel asked, meeting his stare.

The King of Hell gave him a bored look. “If I tell you, you’ll only try to ruin my fun.”

“I’ll try no matter what.”

Samael frowned. “You will, won’t you,” he sighed. “And I’m afraid that will become rather tiresome.”

He flung out both hands, sending a blast of wind toward them. Azazel cupped Rebecca in his hand, shielding her from the blast as he slid back several feet.

Put me down, she demanded.I’ll be safer if you aren’t holding me.

First, give me a boost.

She pressed her hands against his thumb, feeding him her flame.

More.

She pulled at their bond, funneling magic to him until Azazel was encased in a soft blue glow.

Now, set me down.

He stooped, letting her climb out of his hand.Watch out for Sanura.

She blew him a kiss, disappearing beneath the canopy of trees.

He turned, taking two massive steps toward Samael, and cupped his hands, forming a huge flaming ball. But rather than launch it at Samael, he charged him, spreading both hands wide.

Samael backed up, throwing up an air shield between them.

Azazel pressed against the shield, knocking Samael backward. He stumbled over the old iron gate surrounding the cemetery and fell to his knees, sending the lance tumbling from his grasp and disappearing into the foliage.

He dropped the lance, Light.

Where is it?

Outside the cemetery, by the fence.

“Sanura, my love, find the lance!” Samael called.

Blond hair streaked past them, disappearing behind the fence.

Samael charged forward as he pulled trees from the earth, hurling them at Azazel.

Azazel formed a shield of air on one arm and a ball of flame on the other, hurling it at Samael.

They circled one another, creeping ever closer to the yawning chasm between worlds.

Do you have it?Azazel asked.

Not yet.

Azazel flapped massive wings at his back as branches bent and creatures scattered. Lifting into the air, he called again on the fire ringing him and hung suspended for a moment before he tucked his wings in tight and dove, crashing into Samael.

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